I’m still living out of a suitcase. I departed San Francisco last Saturday with two giant, second-hand rollies and a carry-on bound for...

As a child, Momma always made me look both ways when crossing the street to my grandparents’ house. It didn’t matter that we lived in the...

In 2019, Beck is too tall. I ask him to stop growing already. My thirteen-year-old tells me to relax, that time is a construct, and we...

It’s late afternoon when we leave Wichita. A couple of hours earlier, while I was packing, Mike, my team manager, called and told me I’d...

It would be too easy to say that 10 years ago, I was living a life of freedom. Maybe not freedom per se. More like… thoughtful...

“I heard on the news today that couponing is the newest extreme sport. You really need to write your book now,” my husband David greeted...

The air was smothering, and I could already feel sweat creeping down the center of my back. I stood on the train platform weighed down by...

Frieda’s eyes are gentle and pleading as they look down at you. Quietly, bravely, you try again. “It’s late,” you coo, desperately hoping...

I pulled into the parking lot knowing that I would regret this visit, but I had promised my mom that I would go see her sister. Aunt...

Ten years ago today, my youngest child was fighting for her life. At two years of age, Ava became a brain cancer warrior. Mother’s Day...